Blair and I have started date nights on Sundays. We do very well to go out with the gray hairs and see a matinee, then eat dinner at 4:30 p.m so we can have our food digested by the time we go to bed at 9. (Others might dread growing older but we can't wait. We're already living the lifestyle, anyway.)
So yesterday we spent our time at Edward McKay's, my favorite used bookstore in the world. It was packed with a combination of families in church clothes browsing the children's aisles for picture books, goths in black hanging out in the "alternate spirituality" section, older people checking out books in the Judo section, and a guy who looked like he'd be most at home in the wrestling ring lovingly pulling out used cookbooks and flipping through them.
I love the energy! You can't pigeonhole anyone and the joy that comes with finding hidden treasures at bargain prices can't be matched. We hit paydirt yesterday. THREE David Sedaris books on sale plus a Stephen King called "Lisey's Story." that I'd never heard of. How is it possible that I have never heard of a Stephen King book??? I almost passed out when I saw it sitting there in front of me for a paltry $6. And now it's mine! Ha ha! MINE!
I also got Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. I've read it several times but it's a classic for working and wanna-be writers (most famous for Chapter 2 titled, "Shitty First Drafts") and it was $3. The happiness was almost too much to bear.
After well over an hour at the store, we went to Village Tavern where we had beer, wine, appetizers, and a meal. Lingered over it all, which is unusual for us. We were home by 6:30 but that's okay as we were both tired. I ran 16 miles that morning and Blair had spent the morning clearing briars off the cabin property.
We're quite pleased with Sunday date nights. Less crowds, less lines, and we're not moping around the house, waiting for Monday to roll around.
Who knows? Next week we might go wild and stay out until 10.